[ Zuko scowls, meeting eyes with Rin, before casting his glance aside, with a little "tch" thrown out, too. He shoves both hands in his pockets sulkily, and picks up the pace again, slowly, letting Rin resume lead. He's quiet for an awkward moment, letting the man's words sink in. It's so infuriating how everyone here is so complacent and logical — that everyone's complacency (as he sees it now) was the reasonable reaction, the correct response, was enough to make his blood boil, and it already was. But he knew he has no room to say boo on the matter, having tried and failed to find much logic in the situation on his own. It takes him pause to collect himself a little better. ]
...Why is it that people leave, but no one's ever escaped? Is that just propaganda?
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...Why is it that people leave, but no one's ever escaped? Is that just propaganda?